1743] To Horace Mann 331 now! now!' When they came to the bottom of the stairs, Horace said, 'I am out of breath, let us draw here.' They drew; Chetwynd hit him on the breast, but was not near enough to pierce his coat. Horace made a pass, which the other put by with his hand, but it glanced along his side— a clerk, who had observed them go out together so arm-in-armly, could not believe it amicable, but followed them, and came up just time enough to beat down their swords, as Horace had driven him against a post, and would probably have run him through at the next thrust. Chetwynd went away to a surgeon's, and kept his bed the next day; he has not reappeared yet, but is in no danger. My uncle returned to the House, and was so little moved as to speak immediately upon the Cambric Bill, which made Swinny say, ' That it was a sign he was not ruffled.* Don't you delight in this duel ? I expect to see it daubed up by some circuit-painter on the ceiling of the salon at Woolterton. I have no news to tell you, but that we hear King Theodore has sent over proposals of his person and crown to Lady Lucy Stanhopes, with whom he fell in love the last time he was in England. Princess Buckingham * is dead or dying: she has sent for 3 Sister of Earl Stanhope. Wal-pole.—Eldest daughter of first Earl Stanhope. * Catherine, Duchess of Buckingham, natural daughter of King James II by the Countess of Dorchester. She was so proud of her birth, that she would never go to Versailles, because they would not give her the rank of Princess of the Blood. At Rome, whither she went two or three times to see her brother, and to carry on negotiations with him for his interest, she had a box at the Opera distinguished like those of crowned heads. She not only regulated the ceremony of her own burial, and dressed up the waxen figure of herself for Westminster Abbey, but had shown the same insensible pride on the death of her only son, dressing his figure, and sending messages to her friends, that if they had a mind to see him lie in state, she would carry them in conveniently by a back-door. She sent to the old Duchess of Marlborough to borrow the triumphal car that had carried the Duke's body. Old Sarah, as mad and proud as herself, sent her word that it had carried my Lord Marlborough and should never be profaned by any other corpse. The Buckingham returned, that' she had spoken to the undertaker, and he had engaged to make a finer for twenty pounds.' Walpole.